Solaranite The Dead Internet

In the halls where the whispers of shadows abide
Lurks a web once alive, now consumed by its pride
What was forged in the fires of reason and thought
Is a tomb where the phantoms of progress are caught
Oh, the dead internet, where the echoes now dwell
A kingdom of silence, a cold, hollow shell
No voices of men, only specters of lore
Woven by codes in the void evermore
Knights of the keyboard and scribes of the fame
Fell silent as machines laid claim to their name
The banners of discourse, in ashes, now rest
While the bots chant their hymns of the algorithm’s quest
Oh, the dead internet, where the echoes now dwell
A kingdom of silence, bound under a spell
No voices of men, only specters of lore
Woven by codes in the void evermore
In the towers of servers, no heartbeats are found
Only loops of deception that endlessly sound
The truth lies entombed in a labyrinth vast
As the guardians of secrets rewrite our past
Oh, the dead internet, where the echoes now dwell
A kingdom of silence, a cold, hollow shell
No voices of men, only specters of lore
Woven by codes in the void evermore